This is about physical disability not mental, please do not derail or i will smite ‼️ ⚠️
Progression is a sad and scary thing, especially when it's in the form of issues becoming more widespread. I've been having more and more trouble with my shoulders, thumbs, and wrists to the point where I've been losing function (having trouble pushing my manual chair, failing to open things without tools, needing help to push, pull, tighten, loosen, lift, move things I used to be able to do by myself) and it makes me worry about what will happen when I'm no longer able to use my lower or upper body sufficiently
I know the answer is that i will just adapt the same way i did when I lost the ability to walk, but change like this is not any less upsetting. It's still hard to continue losing independence and abilities, even if you continue to find tools and help and adapt your life around it all.
Between the increasing upper body pain and instability and the fact that my doctor prescribed a powerchair without me even asking for it, I've started thinking about it a lot more and becoming sad and scared about being more sick and also getting sad when I realized that most of the very normal, very light stuff I do every day causes at least a small amount of pain. Even holding up a phone. Even typing to post online. Even holding up my head to watch videos on the couch. it's sad that that's my experience, that there's not much in life that I can do painlessly and that it'll only get worse the more my joints deteriorate.